Gunfire burps from outta of the North
"Hola" I say or "what-up", it depends
I know my way round but still feel so penned
The houses are neat; the apartments are not
Cockroaches feed on the slithering snot
Carnitas smell good, I love em ya know
My neighbors work hard to stay in the glow
The colors all blur; humanities blend
Don't fuck with me and we'll all get along
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